Ella Boulevard Motors

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Ella Boulevard Motors with a crate of unusual parts. As he unloaded them into the backroom, he noticed an old toolbox sitting on the workbench. Curious, he opened it and found a vintage radio inside—complete with a note scribbled in pencil: ‘For whoever finds this.’ As he tuned the radio, static gave way to an old jazz tune. Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice crackled through: 'Hey there, mechanic-in-training! Need some advice?' Turns out, the radio was live—and the owner was just testing his new invention. The delivery driver walked away whistling, thinking: 'Now that’s one heckuva garage!'

2. A sign appeared overnight on Ella Boulevard Motors’ front window: ‘Last Chance Oil Change – Get Your Car Ready for Its Next Adventure!’ Passersby chuckled as they drove by, but no one took it seriously until their engines started puffing smoke. Soon enough, everyone in town was rushing to Ella Boulevard Motors. A regular commented, 'I thought it was just another gimmick!' But his car purred like a kitten after the oil change.

3. A little girl walked into Ella Boulevard Motors one afternoon, pointing excitedly at something on the hood of an old car. 'Mommy,' she said, 'look at that funny cloud!' Her mother looked up and saw nothing but clear blue sky. The mechanic, scratching his head, leaned closer and declared with a straight face, ‘Ma’am, it’s just steam from the radiator.’ The little girl nodded knowingly, then whispered to her mom, ‘See, Mommy? Clouds can be hot too!’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Ella Boulevard Motors and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the garage. Curious, he opened the door—and found rows of old cars gently swaying in unison, their headlights softly glowing. As he watched, one car slowly rolled towards him, its radio playing an old-timey tune. Startled, the driver jumped back just as the car stopped inches away—with the volume turned down so low it was almost silent. Turns out, someone had left the keys in an antique Ford, and the music was on repeat. The delivery guy chuckled, shook his head, and drove off, muttering something about ‘another day, another ghostly encounter’.